You’d think that I would accept that I’m pregnant now – at least as pregnant as someone at almost 4 weeks can be. I’ve had four postive hpts. I have one more for tomorrow, the day of my beta test. Just in case, you know.

I also took a picture of my tests. Just in case I didn’t get another one ever again. Perhaps it’s not so much obsessive as pathetic. On Saturday dh and I went to the mall. I brought my beautiful, urine soaked test with me, just to gaze at on the drive there. I wonder how long those things keep without getting moldy?